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CHAPTER 8

"You've gotten yourself in quite a quandary," Phil Coulson said as he poured sugar into his coffee. He sat across from Allie at the table in the cafe.

She grimaced. "How big of a mess?"

"Considering the Asset's being accused of kidnapping, I'd say it's pretty big."

"Bucky," she corrected.

"What?"

"His name is Bucky and he's no longer an Asset to HYDRA. He was under some sort of min-"

"Mind control. I know," Phil interrupted and let out a sigh. "Agent Romanoff exposed HYDRA and everything of their history on the internet. Everyone knows of the As - Bucky and what he looks like. You need to lay low. I considered the idea of Scotland, but there are some complications."

"When I looked for the turnout, everything was fine."

"It probably will be, but I have a better, more safe place where you can stay for the time being," Coulson looked out the window to observe Bucky on the other side of the street.

"And where would that be?"

"What do you think about Peru?" Phil took another sip.

"Peru?" She repeated with a quirked eyebrow. "Why there?"

"It a lovely place. Wonderful food, people, and it can be romantic."

She was surprised by his choice of words. "Romantic? What are you implying?"

"What does he mean to you?" Phil asked in a serious tone.

"Are you seriously interrogating me?"

"You're putting forth a lot of effort to keep him out of the hands of our government. You obviously care about him, but how much is what makes me curious."

Allie didn't answer right away. Partially because she wasn't sure if the feelings she had for Bucky was love or if it was the fact that she felt that she owed him a debt for all those years. Or perhaps it was for her own selfish reasons. "He was always there. Even after you left, I wasn't sad when he was around. He's always been my Soldier and I love him."

Satisfied, Coulson smiled. "Good." He stood from his seat and left a few dollar bills on the table. "Are your things packed?"

"Yes," she stood with him.

"Perfect, because we have a jet ready for take-off in about thirty minutes. Let's get you and your soldier somewhere safe."

Three days later...

A woman in her mid-thirties rolled dough into flour as she hummed a tune. Her wavy brown hair was made up into a messy bun and her apron was covered in dried up dough and flour. Her delicate face lit up from the sun ray that glared from the kitchen window. An older man sat at the kitchen table as he read a newspaper and drank from a coffee mug.

"The Avengers are something else, aren't they?" The older man said with an accent.

A boy, who resembled Allie, smiled at the older man. "Iron Man is my favorite!"

"Ne vozbuzhdayutyegoslishkommnogo," [Don't excite him too much.] the woman scolded the older man as she pointed a wooden spoon at him. "Vy znayete, kak on paluchayet." [You know how he gets]

"English, doch," The older man lifted his eyes from his newspaper and gave her a gentle smile. "They boy must learn."

When Allie awoke from her strange dream, she couldn't keep her mind off of the boy. Even when Bucky walked out of the shower, naked, she didn't even blush or shy away from him like she always did. The boy looked just like her. His hair, the color of his eyes. She was curious about him and wanted know what the connection was. However, she had to push it aside, at least until she can help Buck with his nightmares.